Almost a year since my last post and I add another. Knowing that no one reads this anymore I still keep hope alive.
Alone. That one word can mean so much in so many ways. For some alone means to be by ones self. To other it can mean to have no equal, to be alone in intelligence or love. Yet to a few it can mean both. I follow both. For two years I have been without others or the love of others, on the inside and out. Sure I have “friends” who claim their love for me, never having shown it. No one comes to me in their spare time or out of the blue. Never calling unless they need something. Always claiming they have to make time or promising to come. From those all I hear are excuses as to why they can’t make it. I always have time for others, whether it be an hour or a day. I make it so they can’t see my loneliness. I hide it deep inside where no one cares to look. It is much easier to hide in the day than in the night. The light keeps the thoughts at bay. The dark invites them out. To show our true colors is what the night is for. To deepen our situation or just to bring out the worst in people.
